Celena Johnson
Padawan Learner
Hello from NJ;
I haven't posted on the forum in a while; I'm not sure where this fits in but I'm hoping for some feedback or at the least to maybe share some similar feelings to the situation I will briefly describe (don't want to take too much time to get to why i titled this the way I did)
I recently became separated from my boyfriend of three and a half years. The break up was quick (over the phone while I was at work).
Back story...I recently came out of the hospital for my depression/anxiety...I was pretty low (as low as some may assume one with depression can get). I did a really stupid and oddly eye opening thing, and that landed me in the "hospital" for a week. Any who my partner at the time went through this with me, and to make a long story short, less than a week after I left the hospital he is complaining of anxiety. So Friday afternoon I'm at work and I receive a text from his mom saying me partner was just released from the hospital (vitamin defiance she told me, with an anxiety attack, which I guess could be a thing). He had really poor eating habits, and often "partook" for long hours without eating, something I had previously pointed out, I often though he should look into his health better. This weekend I suggested he do exactly the latter, go to a doctor, take care of himself. He was just through so much with me and my issues. I text back I hope he rest and I'm glad he had got what he needed, and I hoped she was okay to. I get a phone call...I'm told that by him that he is going to sleep the rest of the day, (that day being Friday, I go over his house every weekend) of course I agree. Something odd happens just then, I'm accused of not caring and being heartless for not wanting to be around him when he was ill "a person should want to be around their loved one when they are ill". I'm a middle child in a family of four (my mother, sister, and currently incarcerated brother) and the only person in my house with a job, we have no car, I commute to work. The kicker, he lives 17 miles away (highway). I really don't mean to complain I'm sure a lot of people do that and harder, back to my briefness... he was my only means to him...he had the car. In short I was broken up with and accused of being cold heart-ed and not caring, I didn't fight, I complied.
Immediately after I hung up the phone, or he hung up, I had this huge surge of relief! Like a weight had been lifted, and I had been feeling so ever since. I'm not sad, I'm not losing sleep, no I guess normal emotions one would have after a breakup of that long (if 3 yrs is long). I am almost gleeful, like I have fallen in love or something.
Now to my reach out/is this normal portion; was he right, am I heartless? I re-read this before posting and realized I described my ex boyfriend symptoms prior to being diagnosed as " complaining" .. I mean none of you know me personally so you couldn't possibly answer that, but, I guess why am I not sad? Why do I feel this new found energy for work and wanting to reach out. Was some part of me being drained? I could have checked out and expected it, unconscious preparation I guess. I keep feeling like he made the best discussion of my life! I'm comfortable in accepting that maybe he needed emotion that I couldn't afford for the reason stated in the beginning. I just don't understand what the heck happened...in an instant and I feel free...I did love him...I care for him as a person and don't wish anything bad. We planned a future and over the phone...poof...and I feel better than ever!
Is it right to be this okay...happy...renewed (for lack of better words).
I just wanted to share, feel free to comment or share similar feelings. I feel like I'm going to be a lot more active around here and I would like to see where this can take me.
Fyi: for the depression I was prescribed paxil and I did some reading on it. I'm going back off another antidepressant. I'm not going back.
Thank you for reading.
I haven't posted on the forum in a while; I'm not sure where this fits in but I'm hoping for some feedback or at the least to maybe share some similar feelings to the situation I will briefly describe (don't want to take too much time to get to why i titled this the way I did)
I recently became separated from my boyfriend of three and a half years. The break up was quick (over the phone while I was at work).
Back story...I recently came out of the hospital for my depression/anxiety...I was pretty low (as low as some may assume one with depression can get). I did a really stupid and oddly eye opening thing, and that landed me in the "hospital" for a week. Any who my partner at the time went through this with me, and to make a long story short, less than a week after I left the hospital he is complaining of anxiety. So Friday afternoon I'm at work and I receive a text from his mom saying me partner was just released from the hospital (vitamin defiance she told me, with an anxiety attack, which I guess could be a thing). He had really poor eating habits, and often "partook" for long hours without eating, something I had previously pointed out, I often though he should look into his health better. This weekend I suggested he do exactly the latter, go to a doctor, take care of himself. He was just through so much with me and my issues. I text back I hope he rest and I'm glad he had got what he needed, and I hoped she was okay to. I get a phone call...I'm told that by him that he is going to sleep the rest of the day, (that day being Friday, I go over his house every weekend) of course I agree. Something odd happens just then, I'm accused of not caring and being heartless for not wanting to be around him when he was ill "a person should want to be around their loved one when they are ill". I'm a middle child in a family of four (my mother, sister, and currently incarcerated brother) and the only person in my house with a job, we have no car, I commute to work. The kicker, he lives 17 miles away (highway). I really don't mean to complain I'm sure a lot of people do that and harder, back to my briefness... he was my only means to him...he had the car. In short I was broken up with and accused of being cold heart-ed and not caring, I didn't fight, I complied.
Immediately after I hung up the phone, or he hung up, I had this huge surge of relief! Like a weight had been lifted, and I had been feeling so ever since. I'm not sad, I'm not losing sleep, no I guess normal emotions one would have after a breakup of that long (if 3 yrs is long). I am almost gleeful, like I have fallen in love or something.
Now to my reach out/is this normal portion; was he right, am I heartless? I re-read this before posting and realized I described my ex boyfriend symptoms prior to being diagnosed as " complaining" .. I mean none of you know me personally so you couldn't possibly answer that, but, I guess why am I not sad? Why do I feel this new found energy for work and wanting to reach out. Was some part of me being drained? I could have checked out and expected it, unconscious preparation I guess. I keep feeling like he made the best discussion of my life! I'm comfortable in accepting that maybe he needed emotion that I couldn't afford for the reason stated in the beginning. I just don't understand what the heck happened...in an instant and I feel free...I did love him...I care for him as a person and don't wish anything bad. We planned a future and over the phone...poof...and I feel better than ever!
Is it right to be this okay...happy...renewed (for lack of better words).
I just wanted to share, feel free to comment or share similar feelings. I feel like I'm going to be a lot more active around here and I would like to see where this can take me.
Fyi: for the depression I was prescribed paxil and I did some reading on it. I'm going back off another antidepressant. I'm not going back.
Thank you for reading.